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nas - book of rhymes lyrics

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alchemist, you know me, man
i’m the type of n-gg- that write rhymes
right on the spot in the studio soon as i hear the track
you know what i’m sayin’?

word, but i wanted to bring a couple of books
to the studio today, man, i found these sh-ts
up in the crib, man, in boxes, man
i don’t even remember when i was writing these sh-ts
or what’s in these sh-ts, man, probably a bunch of bullsh-t
f-ck it, check it

how can i trust you when i can’t trust me?
picture myself a old man, a o.g.
some n-gg-s will conversate with liers all day, time p-ss
nah, lemme start somethin’ else

soul on ice, death threats given by clowns
i guess livin’ is prison when you live around clowns
i’m hexed, cursed, worse i been blessed first
i thought i was abnormal
’cause i would overcome any task called to

so there it is, i’ma prince, i’ma get slain
some do minor sh-t, swear they on the top of they game
ya rhymin’ is called ‘v-g-n- monologue’
it kinda supports theories of scary n-gg-s
who should lie in the morgue

rarely y’all come in contact with the real
since pun p-ssed, he was the last shine of sun i could feel
yo, said, “there’s a few left since music’s expressions of life”
d-mn, i wish i took more time to write in my book of rhymes

oh sh-t, tina, been lookin’ for this b-tch number, d-mn
no, this rhyme is weak, this is weak
i remember this bullsh-t, right here
my book of rhymes
gandhi was a, what the f-ck?

gandhi was a fool, n-gg-, fight to the death
the us army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest
i wonder when i wrote this, nah it’s weak
the money’s ya religion, sky’s the limit, live life
numbers is big business, makes the poor live trife

the glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream
through your existence become wealthy, knowledge is king
pimps and card, sharks, thiefs, murderers with hard luck
addicts and fiends, prost-tutes p-ssin’ for teens is my society
cops that shoot blacks is routine for notoriety

grow up watchin’ well dressed n-gg-s with charms
beautiful ladies on their arms
dangerous new cars was my fantasy for nas
rubbin’ my lips with campophenique
still behind the ears wet, turned out to be pioneer’s vets

amongst hustlers, crack sellers and liers and squares
nah, that was weak there
my people be projects or jail, never harvard or yale
pardon me, type in my two way while i’m chargin’ my cell
it’s hard to be iced up with gucci, god, poverty’s real

i can’t fight you ’cause you would sue me, n-gg-s be groupies
i see imitators tryin’ to make alb-ms spittin’ my style
and they don’t even realize that i notice they stealin’ nas’ sh-t
i pump some rick james with that teena marie
my nina lean on me like swoop, it’s cr-p
this can’t be my book of rhymes

this can’t be my book of rhymes, writin’ this bullsh-t!
my book of rhymes
nah, neva that, f-ck that, aww, why you laughin’ alchemist?
huh, you a funny n-gg-, nah, yeah
my book of rhymes

i’m tellin’ you, i’ma come up with some new sh-t now
f-ck that, i’ma write again now, f-ck that
i musta been high on some sh-t
what the f-ck is this?

look, how we treat pregnancy, women in the ‘hood
our values so low, our values are no good
things our mothers told us, we shoulda heeded
’cause now we need it, we older, almost able to

i’m jealous of you, how come you so beautiful?
smelling fresh, youthful, intelligent while i’m stressin’ this sh-t
aiyo, i envy you ’cause all you do is smile and things come your way
“such a innocent child”, is what some say

i get upset ’cause i just want to be treated the way you are
like a star, not a worry in this world thus far
but wait a minute, we both need ya mother’s attention
i must be crazy, jealous of my own baby infant, kinda crazy

- nas lyrics

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